Yeah - apparently were born to one of the outdoor cats that roam the neighborhood - I'm pretty sure "Mom" had just weaned them and went on her way. They were pretty pathetic on Saturday - starving and thirsty, and they're SOOOOO tiny - the vet said they were no more than 5-6 weeks old.

So, they've got plenty of water and kitty chow to eat, and I can tell they've grown a bit since Saturday! Restor is a sweetie - he just purrs and purrs and wants to be held. Fiona is the adventurous one - she's a little larger, and is definitely a climber!

We're introducing them to our older cats - they seem to be getting along OK. Here's a pic of them

Magus is the black kitty on the left, and Sophia is the striped kitty on the right. Both of them were homeless cats too. Sophia is a sweetie and is taking to the kittens. Magus is a "scaredy cat" and is more tentative, but he'll get used to them too . . .

I had a Siamese who lived to be 18. Cats can certainly get that old, and older even, but they don't always.

I don't usually choose pets, they just find me when the time is right, it seems.

Today, the new kitties have the run of the house with the older ones, as the latch on the bedroom door where we were keeping them isolated is not working properly, and the older cats keep nudging the door open. A good sign, hopefully, that they want to play with the kittens. They were all chasing each other around when I left for work this morning . . . hope they do OK . . .